Fred Merrick White

The Romance of the Secret Service Fund Fred Merrick White

Newton Moore came into the War Office in response to a code telegram and a hint that speed was the essence of the contract. Sir George Morley plunged immediately into his subject. "I've got a pretty case for you," he said. "I suppose you have never heard of such a thing as the Mazaroff rifle?" Moore admitted his ignorance. He opined that it was something new, and that something had gone wrong with the lethal weapon in question. The mad refrain was hammered into Newton Moore's brain by the clang and roar of the flashing miles. A vivid streak of gold and crimson, enveloped in a cloud of vapor, crashed on over the silver-white metals-the fiery trail that men called the South East European Express. The voice of the big compound engine spoke thus to Newton Moore. To all practical purposes he was going to his death, and was not his wife a bride still?